Monday, September 5, 2011

training wheels

From Schmidt & Weston blog

When I was less than 5, two things seemed impossibly adult to me; drinking coffee and losing those precious training wheels off of my bike. I remember how painful it was to learn to ride a two wheeler. It was an experience full of deceit, pain, screaming, and blood.

Drinking coffee was an acquire taste, but much easier overall. 

Now I drink coffee several times a day and bike to work on a two wheeler. I suppose my less than 5 year old self would be duly impressed.

1 comment:

  1. My first experience without training wheels involved a fence and scratches down the side of my face.
    An experience with a tricyle left me with stitches in my chin.
    It's a wonder I ride a bike at all anymore.



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